Wednesday, June 07, 2006

On Mon. night I went to the Critic's Table Award-thingies. It was so boring that I wanted to smother myself to death with the MC's armflab. And I'm not just saying it was boring because I didn't win. I'm a better sport than that; I am CLASSY (*disclaimer: I have a condition where I confuse the word "classy" with the word "assy." Which I showed a lot of that night).

After the awards I went to this girl's apt for drunken swimming. We chicken-fought for hours. It was too lovely. But, my nameless, faceless partner was absolutely horrible and I blame him for everything. See what a good sport I am? Anyways, I am still very sore from chicken-fighting.

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